Year Zero or Cannibal? Can I have both ;)

Ok, I have listened to both the albums. I thought they were both crappy when I listened to them first. I thought Trent lost his balls and Wayne Static wasn't getting high enough.

But all I had to do was...listen to the songs one more time.

Some of my favourites from Year Zero are 'God Given', 'In the Twilight', 'Meet your Master'...ofcourse 'Survivalism' (which I watched a bazillion times and got tired of)

Cannibal has ofcourse 'Cannibal', 'No Submission', 'Chroma-matic'.

Year Zero is organic and haunting. You could torture someone, cook them up and eat them and this album could provide you the ambience.

Cannibal is an all hell breaks loose attempt by Static-X that only Static-X can do.

Listen to both, chances are you will like 'Year Zero'. Most people are repulsed by the shouting of Wayne Static, but to me it's lullaby.

Stereotype Destroyer says....

Situation:
Your friend: Do you have a car?
You: Yes
Your friend: Let me guess is it a Honda or Toyota? Thats what all Desis buy...

Bull...anyone with a mind to converve money, fuel and want a safe and reliable car will buy em'.

Verdict: It's cool to get a Civic or a Camry!

Sugu by day and....Stereotype Destroyer all day

I assume people who know me well know that I suffer from a mild case of MPD (no movie inspiration here). I do things when I am watching myself do it sometimes...weird.

One of my personalities that has sprung up is a 6 foot 5 inch long haired black skinned woman called Stereotype Destroyer. Periodically you will see an article titled 'Stereotype Destroyer says...' and you will know what it's all about. We had people stereotyping hispanics, blacks, rednecks but not much on Indians, or atleast that I know of...

Pre-Crime

Ted Bundy, Jefferey Dahmer, Jack the Ripper, BTK killer - some of the names that come to our mind when we think of notorious killers, cannibals and criminals. If you look at BTK and Albert Fish two criminals who had a family, had children, is how normal they were with their family and insanity took over at other times.

In my spare time I visit this website called crimelibrary.com and profile killers, their patterns, their motives and history.
Here is my take on criminals:
1) Every person....EVERYONE...is a potential criminal:
Very rarely is crime committed for amusement. Most of it is circumstantial. Seeing the spouse with the lover, a hungry person on the street coming near an unattended food stall etc.
2) Criminals will attack again:
More like the first time you masturbate. You did it once, you want to do it over and over again. This is of course if you don't get caught doing it the first time.
3) A criminals' origin is random:
You cannot predict who is a criminal. The woman standing in the kid's section might be your soccer mom, or a slasher woman who kills her lovers in bed. The guy dressed up in CK might be a successful businessman or the next Dahmer in the making.

The short story by Philip K Dick and the movie by the same name - Minority Report deals with Pre-crime, the act of arresting a person as and when he intends to commit a crime.
My belief is that if such a process is possible, a high number of potential criminals will be arrested. A guy who watching a pretty girl undress, a kid yearning for a toy in a shop, a frustrated programmer at work, some guy waiting for several hours in rush hour traffic (Michael Douglas in Falling Down)...it could be anyone.

But where does the arresting begin? Where does it end? If Pre-crime were to exist wouldn't the very fact that it exists cause people's mind to spin out of control making them criminals already? Something like the Apple to Eve?

So here is the open question (John Anderton style) -
"Would the presence of Pre-crime cause more 'potential criminals' to sprout thereby leading to more arrests or will it's lack there of cause 'actual criminals' to move about freely committing crimes? What is worse?"

Ratha Kaneer - Tears of blood (My all time favourite movie in Tamil)

I am neither a fan of Hindi movies or Tamil movies. The reason being not that I want to show off, but because I dont care for modern day movies that are 'old wine in new bottle' stuff. Every movie made is a rip-off of English movies.

However I have exceptions. One such movie is 'Ratha Kaneer'.
M.R.Radha (I can't gauge him because I dont think I've seen of his other movies) is the star of this movie that revolves around issues that are considered taboo even today.
He is a foreign return businessman(or student I can't remember) who marries a local Indian girl who is completely devout to her husband.
Having enjoyed the carefree life he starts visiting brothels and sleeps around with women. His wife meanwhile bears one or two kids (again I can't remember) and befriends a neighbour who sympathizes her situation. M.R.R meanwhile treats her very badly beating her up and accusing her of bearing the children with the neighbour guy.
He ends up getting an S.T.D and loses all his money at the brothel and lavish spending. He turns poor and gets a skin disease that causes him to become blind and his face completely changed.
Even his wife can't recognize him.
In the end he tells her to marry the neighbour itself because he is a 'better human' and dies in a lonely place.
The reason why this is movie is so powerful is because it was made in the 50s or 60s, a time that risque was if the hero touched the heroine on the shoulder.

There are other old tamil movies that have been good, but this one stands out for it's originality.

I would definitely recommend it to anyone who can understand/ translate into Tamil

Apocalypto - The movie

Deepthi's little review of the movie Life is beautiful though short, is pretty sweet. I was reminded of the movie Apocalypto which talks of fictious events that happened at the juncture of the Mayan civilization demise and invasion of the Spaniards.
There is a scene where the father is being held at knife point, infront of his son Jaguar Paw. He says "Do not fear" in Mayan dialect and gives him a smile and holds back the horror on his face lest his son gets discouraged, while his throat is being slashed.
The tribe is enslaved taken to a place where the women are raped and enslaved while the men are sacrificed on top of the Chichen Itza pyramid where their heads are made to roll to appease the Sun god.
Jaguar Paw (The Jaguar is an animal that is used to symbolize anything associated with the Mayan underworld Xibalba) fulfils his destiny by bringing to an end the destruction of the enemy tribe (I can't remember the name).
Call Mel Gibson all you want, but he has the talent!

My favorite author is Steve Alten and I've read his books Domain and it's sequel Resurrection, the former talking about the end of the world on 13.0.0.0.0 on the Mayan calendar or Dec 21th 2012. The Mayas believe (and I have begun to believe this too) that time is cyclic. So our earth has been destroyed before and so will it be now and it will happen again. I have typed this article infinite times and will continue to do it through eternity. The second book talks of the aftermath and the battle of good vs. evil.

The beauty of it is that end of the second book ends somewhere in the future that cycles back to what happened 65, 000 years ago.

The intriguing thing about the Mayan civilization and I can't say enough, is that they were completely misunderstood or atleast that is what the theorists say. Mayans were cannibals is what History points to, but infact they were brilliant mathematicians and astronomers who built the pyramids based on the propotion and ratio of orion's belt.

Apparently they turned to cannibalism to avoid an impeding holocaust, I am going to assume the barbaric invasion of the foreigners or they could have brought about the end to avoid their civilization's existence through December 21th 2012.

When I get the time I will do a thorough research about this date and present it in a manner that is interesting to read.

Sold my Soul to Corporate Devil

I looked at my Fossil 1.5 inch faded leather cuff watch and realized I have 40 minutes before Flight 476 takes off. Sporting a clean haircut at Supercuts I sat down sipping on my Starbucks Grande Non-Fat extra hot Latte. I took off the Oakley sunglasses from behind my head and tucked it into my Swiss Army bag and took out my iPod listening to it. Just then I spilled some coffee on my QuikSilver shirt and a bit on my Levis Strauss custom fit Jeans. I cleaned it up and made sure there was no spill on my Red Wings shoes.

Flashback to 3 years ago on the Arizona State Campus:
I am strolling down Palm Walk, listening to Rage Against the machine. "Screw Corporate America" I tell myself, those blood sucking bastards! I have a simple $5 Tee and $10 Khaki I got from Wal-mart. My shoe is plain black...no brand name on it, worth $15. I carry this bag that I brought with me from India, in dollars it's less than $3. I eat at the cheapest place I can find. My hair is unkempt and fluttering wildly in the dry wind.

I've come a long way now...sucked in by materialism, materialistic pleasures...and the scary thing is I am aware of it...!

I am the Devil?

You are The Devil

Materiality. Material Force. Material temptation; sometimes obsession

The Devil is often a great card for business success; hard work and ambition.

Perhaps the most misunderstood of all the major arcana, the Devil is not really "Satan" at all, but Pan the half-goat nature god and/or Dionysius. These are gods of pleasure and abandon, of wild behavior and unbridled desires. This is a card about ambitions; it is also synonymous with temptation and addiction. On the flip side, however, the card can be a warning to someone who is too restrained, someone who never allows themselves to get passionate or messy or wild - or ambitious. This, too, is a form of enslavement. As a person, the Devil can stand for a man of money or erotic power, aggressive, controlling, or just persuasive. This is not to say a bad man, but certainly a powerful man who is hard to resist. The important thing is to remember that any chain is freely worn. In most cases, you are enslaved only because you allow it.

Afterthoughts: I am enslaved because I allow it...I do...damnit! I am enslaved by materialism and every materialistic thing in this world...I know I am spinning out of control but I cannot help it~~

What Tarot Card are You?
Take the Test to Find Out.

My 3-11 theory

Let me quote the TSA website-
"3-1-1 for carry-ons = 3 ounce bottle or less; 1 quart-sized, clear, plastic, zip-top bag; 1 bag per passenger placed in screening bin. One-quart bag per person limits the total liquid volume each traveler can bring. 3 oz. container size is a security measure."
You aren't' supposed to carry any make-up products, liquids and gels. And of course you can't take any water bottles, coffee or drinks beyond the check point.
Something intriguing about 3-1-1, almost similar to 9/11.

Now who would benefit from this I wonder...of course, every shop and cafe' within beyond the security check point.

This leads me to believe that the terrorist attack involving liquids was staged by people who wanted to make a profit out of it. Someone perhaps from a chain restaurant located in several airports decided to make profit out of it all. So he orchestrated 'an attack'.

Now we gulp down our coffee quickly before reaching the checkpoint or just throw them away only to go inside the airport and buy stuff for two and a half times the price.

I must be hallucinating...

The Langoliers

The concept of the movie is mind blowing. Where does King come up with stuff like this...?

I will just explain the concept as simple as I can:
Imagine every instance (not a second, not a nano-second...nothing on the known time dimensional scale can compare to it's minusculity) of your life is a parallel universe by itself. Suppose you were eating at Taco Cabana 15 minutes ago (again I am talking time for the lack of better knowledge) in Universe A and were walking out of Taco Cabana this very instant in Universe B.
Somehow you stepped on a puddle of water that is infact a time warp and got thrown back 15 minutes into Universe A. What you will see there is how Universe A looks 15 minutes from then. Since it isn't being used, it will be destroyed by the 'time keepers'. But Universe A at this instant looks devoid of life, air, sound and everything that makes you feel you are in a normal environment.
Therefore at every passing instance we are progressing rapidly into a time warp tube whose every slice is a door into a parallel universe.

Your God would make for an awful Object Oriented Programmer :P

My immortal phone

A brief history of all the phones I've had...
Samsung A460 - I thought it was the coolest phone ever until someone showed me a color photo on their screen.
Motorola V300 - Wonderful phone, was a little bulky but I loved it, until someone showed me their sleek Razr.

And now....I have a Razr V3 phone. Just after I got it I got the news that they had a Razr V3.1 or something. Anyhow I am happy with this one. Its got an aluminium casing and a very good encapsulation preventing it from acting weird incase of a water splash or something.

I was happy with this phone until someone showed me a MDA Smartphone that could do pretty much everything except give you a wake up kiss and coffee.

So I am on a mission to break this phone...

Preetha put my phone in her pocket and got into the chill waters of Lake Tahoe...3 mins later she said "sugu I love you"...I said "Ok dear I love you too...what did you do now?"...she reached for her pockets and pulled out the phone.

I was angry...(Psst...secretly I was happy ;) ) and told her the phone is broken and we are going to have to get a new one now. But miraculously it has survived till today. I dipped it in water again recently 'by mistake' and hoped it would create some sparks and just die out...but Razr wouldn't die!
I dropped it several times...on the pre-text of "mistakingly" elbowing it off the table, off the chair and everywhere...but it lives...

I carelessly put it in my bag that contained a ton of junk and threw it on my shoulder hoping that when I open my bag I would see a decapitated body of what I called my Razr phone...but no....it would not die...it lay there in the bag as 'one piece' as ever...

A few scratches here and there wasn't enough...I had to prove to Preeths that it was broken...I flipped open the phone and put it on the bed and went to sleep, hoping the next day it would have broken into two...but at 6 in the morning the alarm on it went off as if to tell me 'I am still alive...'

As I type this entry...there it is...sitting next to the laptop, recharging....waiting...patiently...to take revenge on me...die on me purposely when I am on an all important call...